Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.